My friend has just had a little baby boy. I was really excited to see photos up online of her first born and couldn’t resist making a mini-infographics card for them as she had also posted up some lovely stats about him. I think the image could also look nice as a print on the wall – perhaps an idea for another occasion.
Best wishes to the new parents!
The new mother savoured a moment of quiet while her little cherub laid fast asleep.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is one of the most important events in the Chinese calendar. Although I won’t be spending it outside directly under the moon with lanterns – I will most definitely be enjoying plenty of mooncakes. Nom!
Grandfather Pork Bun, through his wealth of connections, negotiated their quick return home first thing in the morning. Father Pork Bun was waiting eagerly for them outside the house, and wasted no time in allowing everyone to freshen up.
By lunchtime both the Dumpling and the Pork Bun Clans were sat round the table. The young couple served tea to their respective elders as a mark of respect and humble apology. Soon the latest news of the missing pair spread through the village – thanks to the newly installed, ultra shiny gossip balloon generator 2.0!
It seemed only appropriate to mark the closing of the two Clan’s recent emotional rollercoaster and the acceptance of a new beginning with a stunning display of fireworks, while sipping lobster and lychee bubble tea.
As the events of Dim Sum Island draws to a close, I’ll be back next week with some new monsters!
The large shadow on the cave wall turned out to belong to a much smaller and rather frail character: Grandfather Pork Bun!
The two runaways were rather dumbfounded as it turns out he had been waiting for them on the mainland coast. Miss Pork Bun couldn’t understand how her grandfather managed to find them. It was at this point that he revealed a painful event from her mother’s past.
Mother Pork Bun had also tried to leave Dim Sum Island in her youth during a moment of love rage. Her infatuation was in fact for Mr Dumpling’s uncle, a gentleman far senior in his age to even consider someone in their youth. And so when she proposed to meet him on the Mainland coast to start a new life elsewhere he did not even consider that for a moment it would be viable.
Strong feelings blinded her from reality and she waited on the Mainland for days. He never came of course and she only returned to the Island after Grandfather Pork Bun found her in these exact set of caves. Since that fateful day Mother Pork Bun’s anger and resentment could only grow stronger over the years and she would find herself grasping at events of the past, such as the drought of 1938, to reinforce her hatred of him. She told herself she should never forgot the shame and embarrassment that he had caused; never be so naive and trust those of the Dumpling Clan. In reality the villagers thought little of it and it had been quickly forgotten as an unfortunate episode that happens as one grows up.
Miss Pork Bun finally understood her mother a little better and realised that her own actions would only deepen her misunderstanding and mistrust with the Dumpling Clan. Running away was not the answer. Mr Dumpling understood this too and with some reluctance, agreed to return home.